The Orchard

Written by: dave archuletta

 The Orchard
In an autumn’s dream
They are the reds and yellows and other colors once green
Once a mother’s own
So golden in their eyes had each one, -- at one time gleamed!
Humanity's given beauty of a thousand trees
Yet, save for a gentle serenity long gone
Swept quietly away by a past spring breeze
Innocence needs not shorn in storm of night
Subtle winds can carry young leaves
Like a mother's forlorn cries left unheard throughout her plight